When I can’t sleep or things are tough, I write. Oh, I write a whole lot more in my head than I ever actually get onto paper, er well, cyberspace these days. And this morning things are feeling really real. Sometimes life just stinks. I woke up early having a pity party this morning. We have really been looking forward to getting away to my parent’s house in Alabama for Thanksgiving this week. We take turns rotating Thanksgiving and Christmas between my family in Alabama and my husband’s family in South Carolina. We have only had 7 years since the twins were born and for three of the previous years when it was my family’s turn someone in my immediate family has had the stomach bug. Two times we thought we were all better and went to spend the week with family only to give the gift of Norovirus to everyone else. So a few years ago when Cameron called at work to say Eliana was throwing up the Friday before Thanksgiving week, we did...
I have never wanted to be a blogger until this morning (10/23/10). For some reason I awoke feeling the need to share this journey. My four year old daughter was killed in a tragic car accident on October 8th, 2010 when our car was struck by a teen on marijuana. This blog is a small window into the brokenness of my heart and perhaps... one day, the healing. Do not mistake this for theological discourse. Jesus, not our circumstances, equals perfect theology. Be warned, this is raw...